"You're a strange person too."
"Because the only thing I fabricated in that lie was that you unconsciously bought Popsicles, your daughter's favorite treat from childhood because you missed her."
"But Miss Yayoi, you really do have a fortune of one billion."
"You genuinely wanted Mai-senpai to inherit all your assets without touching a cent, which is why you were so harsh on yourself."
"So, as a mother, you're not actually that bad."
Su Yang smiled at her.
Sakurajima Yayoi stood there without speaking.
Ten minutes later, Sakurajima Yayoi returned home. What Mai had gone through over the past two weeks had left her physically and mentally exhausted, and she was now fast asleep in her room.
Sakurajima Yayoi softened her footsteps and finally stopped before the refrigerator.
She opened the lower compartment.
Inside was a neatly arranged row of untouched Popsicles.
That rich second-generation kid Su Yang had been right about everything.
Her daughter truly was her entire world.
And she could give everything for her daughter.
"Lord Su Yang...?"
At around four in the afternoon, as soon as school ended, Hayasaka Ai found an excuse to part ways with her gyaru companions and headed straight home.
She was a little worried about Lord Su Yang's condition. Although she had maintained the standards of a Perfect Maid and listened attentively in class,
her heart had still drifted away.
When she got home and had only just stepped through the door, she sensed that her young master was asleep.
This was an ability ordinary maids absolutely did not possess—only a perfect maid could have such insight.
Realizing this, Hayasaka Ai took off her shoes right by the entrance. After hesitating briefly, she bent down and removed her black ankle socks, revealing her delicate little feet.
This definitely wasn't fanservice for